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Ages:

Gaara:15

Sasuke:16

Itachi:20

Neji:20

Gaara could feel his heart pounding out of control as he crouched behind an oak tree in the middle of nowhere. He desperately tried to contain his breathing, terrified of giving away his position. Why…why did I ever agree to go anywhere with him?

Flashback

It was 2:05 and the bell signaling the end of the school day and the start of the weekend had just rung. A petite redheaded teenager slung his bag over his shoulder and headed towards the doors that led outside, an air of relief about him. But before he made it even two steps a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

"Where are you headed off to in such a hurry?"

The boy started and turned to face the sudden arrival, eyes widening in surprise. It was Uchiha Sasuke, the hottest and most beloved member of their high school. With his raven hair, piercing dark eyes, and confident charm no one could resist him. No one except Gaara apparently.

"I'm going home."

He snapped, brushing the hand off his shoulder and continuing down the hallway.

"Aww, why you got to be like that? I'm just trying to be friendly."

Sasuke pouted while quickening his pace to keep up with the smaller boy. There were a few moments of awkward silence before Sasuke made another attempt at conversation. "You read a lot of books."

"I'm aware."

Gaara said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Sasuke only raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"I've noticed you around campus, always with your nose buried in some thick novel."

Something about the older boy's tone sounded a little off to Gaara.

"I like to read."

"Did you know that there's this totally awesome literature thing going on tonight across town. It'll be all local writers looking for their big break coming out and selling their stuff really cheap. You never know what kind of gem you could find at a place like that"

"Really?"

Gaara's interest was definitely piqued but there was still something about this Uchiha guy that he didn't trust. He had never spoken to him before in his life and now all of a sudden he was chatting him up like they were old pals.

"Yep, I was wondering if you'd like to go with me."

Gaara hesitated, it did sound like fun… But this was all so weird, so sudden, so…oh what the hell he thought I've never been one to pass up an opportunity.

"Sure I'll go."

What's the worst thing that could happen?

" Great, I'll pick you up at six."

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Gaara peered at himself in the bathroom mirror. His fire engine red hair was falling into his face in messy spikes, and his large green eyes, outlined in black, stared back at him critically. With every second that passed he was getting more and more nervous about his decision to "go out" with Sasuke. He knew nothing of the guy except that he was a popular, rich, soccer player who had a constant horde of admirers around him. And he had never, ever-paid attention to someone like him before. Gaara sighed in aggravation; I'd better find at least one incredible book at this place.

Suddenly a loud honk coming from the driveway snapped him out of his thoughts. Sasuke had arrived. Taking a deep breath, Gaara spared once last glance towards the mirror, grabbed his CD player from the counter and headed for the door.

Gaara's eyes widened slightly as he observed the two-door silver sports car parked in his driveway. Jesus Christ that thing probably costs more then my house. He contemplated in awe. He didn't have much time to dwell on it though, as a strange man stepped out of the passenger seat of the car and beckoned for him to come over. Gaara was slightly startled, he was under the impression that this would be just him and Sasuke but complied anyway. Once he got closer to the stranger he noticed that he looked almost exactly like Sasuke, except older and with longer hair.

"Hello there."

The stranger spoke with a smooth, calm voice. His eyes darted up and down Gaara's body once, returning to meet his eyes with a smile. "Come on in." He opened his door and pushed back the seat revealing the backseat of the car. Gaara slid in, buckled his seatbelt, and then looked up to realize that was Sasuke staring at him in the rearview mirror.

"Nice."

The raven-haired teen stated it simply, some frightening emotion Gaara didn't recognize glinting in his eyes. The green-eyed boy suddenly felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He looked down at himself quickly; he was wearing tight black jeans, and a fitted red t-shirt with a black zip up hoodie over it. Bracelets were running up and down both arms and the look was completed with a pair of black converses. He instantly regretted his choice in apparel. Perhaps he should have worn something a bit looser.

"I don't believe you met my older brother before, have you?"

Sasuke's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"This is Itachi, Itachi this is Gaara."

"Charmed."

The older Uchiha drawled out.

"H-Hi."

Gaara was rather taken aback out how weak his voice sounded. God, this was a bad idea. This guy is giving off the same weird vibes Sasuke was back at school.

As they pulled out of the driveway Gaara put on his headphones and started blasting rock music in an attempt to calm his nerves. The brothers exchanged brief glances with one another before letting the ride go on in peace. It wasn't long before Gaara had slipped off into his own little world, no worries, no stress just music. He continued to stare blankly out the window for a good forty-five minutes before abrupt awareness hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Hey! I thought you said this thing was on the other side of town, we're in the middle of nowhere!"

And indeed they were. At some point, without Gaara noticing, Sasuke had taken a side road and they appeared to be driving through a vast country side with nothing but trees on either side.

"Don't worry, Babe we're just taking a little detour."

Chuckled Sasuke. That nervous feeling was coming back full force. This isn't right, this definitely isn't right. Where are they taking me?

" I want to go home now. Sasuke? I said I changed my mind please take me home." Sasuke simply ignored his pleas and turned to the man next to him.

"Now would be the time." He said. And with that Itachi spun around in his seat and in one fluid motion stabbed a needle into the stunned redheads neck. Mere seconds later everything was growing hazy for the green-eyed boy. He could vaguely hear laughter somewhere off in the distance before everything faded to black.

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Light, so much light, burning, searing through his eyelids. Gaara shook his head from side to side, moaning with pain. What happened? Where am I? His head was throbbing, he felt nauseas, and he couldn't remember a thing.

"Get out of the car."

A strong pair of arms was grabbing him, roughly yanking at him. He found himself out in the open, crisp October air nipping at him. There was nothing to see for miles, just trees and a dirt road that the car had traveled on. A man with long dark hair was looking down at him. I know him…what is his name? Oh, right, he's Itachi. I'm supposed to be going to that- that thing…I remember now.

"S-Sasuke?"

Gaara's head spun about the area until he found the younger brother. His accusing eyes burned into him, begging for answers.

"It's alright, Darling, just follow me."

Like he had a choice. Sasuke headed off into the wooded area, while Itachi fisted a hand into Gaara's silky locks, forcing him along. Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God, someone please help me. Please… It wasn't long before they reached a clearing. There stood a lopsided wooden shack, about as big as the average classroom.

"Do you like it? We built it ourselves."

Itachi smirked grabbing his chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Where the hell am I? I want to go home!"

He shouted, the hazy feeling he had was dissipating and slowly being replaced by fear.

" You're not going anywhere."

Sasuke snarled, opening the door to the shack and walking in. Before Gaara had a chance to react Itachi shoved him full force through the doorway, following quickly behind and closing the door.

For a brief moment the three were plunged into total darkness. Itachi had gone back to restraining the slender boy as Gaara's heart pounded erratically in his chest. Moments later there was a faint flickering of light. Sasuke had lit a candle. Gaara's jaw dropped in horror, as he took in his surroundings. There were three old mattresses lined up side by side on the floor. Each one had four stakes plunged through them and into the ground with handcuffs dangling off. One wall had a large rack leaning against it, completely filled with whips, chains, and other things too terrible to mention. Other than that the room was bare.

"Please…please, let me go, don't hurt me, please."

All sense of pride abandoned Gaara looked from brother to brother searching their faces for sympathy. But all he found was cruel grins and eyes filled with malice. Sasuke's lips pulled up at the corners in a twisted sort of smile.

"We're going to play a game."

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Three miles away Hyuga Neji was sitting calmly on an old dead log he had dragged by his campfire. Every six months or so he would come out here, the middle of the wilderness, to camp. He loved the way the woods smelled this time of year. He loved waking up every morning to a fresh peaceful day. He loved cooking his food over an open fire. And most of all he loved the solitude, the escape from all the stresses that came with inheriting his uncle's massive business at such a young age. With a contented sigh he stretched and gazed up to the horizons.

"It doesn't get any better than this."

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Well that's it so far for my first fan fic EVER. Please review I'm a total newbie at this and I need someone to (gently) point out my mistakes. Oh, yeah I compliment or two doesn't hurt either. XD